Day 122 – Train Wreck

I hear the screams and
I know it’s a mess
but God doesn’t need my help
identifying the thumbs and broken controls
the ears and legs and torsos.

He doesn’t need me to figure what went wrong,
why the blood on the tracks stretches for miles before the crash-
but if I’m shouting it over my shoulders in hysteria
while I’m fleeing down any other road